This is a fictional poem.


I Want A Beer

Even though I've been helping you and working hard,
you won't give me a beer after I've mowed your yard.
I'm hot, sweaty and dying of thirst.
You've done some bad things but this is the worst.
When you asked for my help, I shouldn't have come here.
You offered me a glass of water but what I want is a beer.
You love your damn beer so much that you won't even give me one.
I would kick your ass up and down the street if you weren't my son.
I have something to say and you'd better listen to me.
Don't ever expect me to mow your yard again for free.




Poetry by Randy Johnson
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Written on 2015-05-17 at 19:38

Tags Comedy  Funny  Humor 

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. But if I were the dad I would just barge in and get one or two and then kick his ass anyway, lol.
2015-05-18